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October 12, 2011

Fallen leaves decorate the path
in drifts after last night’s rain
though to gaze from the bluff
one would never count them missing.
I wander with my dogs loving
with my whole heart the pretty
solo fall of one leaf
the soft tap of its landing
that seems to say
I was born, I lived and here I rest.






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